Midnight Muse

In slumber, she is surrounded by the whispers of flowers, A midnight blue bird perches, a symbol of her dreams. The petals unfold like pages of a secret book, As the bird's gaze meets hers, a tale begins to speak. In this serene tableau, time stands still, The world outside fades, and all is tranquil will. The softness of her skin, a canvas of moonlight, Invites the bird's gentle touch, a lover's tender might. The flowers, a chorus of silent voices, Echoing the heartbeat of her soul's deep joys. In this moment, she is free, A spirit soaring on the wings of reverie. The blue bird's song, a melody of the night, Guides her through the realms of the subconscious light. As she sleeps, her spirit is renewed, In the mystical garden, where love is imbued.